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King had finally become strong, and no longer the old Akira. That was his goal. But now that he had achieved it, there was nothing else he wanted to aim for, really. Like Saitama, he just wanted to be strong, albeit their reasons were totally different. One was to stop being pathetic, the other only wanted to have a good fight.

And unlike the former, King still had something to keep him from being bored. Gaming. Though preferably dating sims, he still plays overly-violent games from time to time. Anyway, as the sun shone upon the world to start the making of a new day, King was walking down the street, wearing a hood. He didn't actually need the hood, as this was before he was even recognized by the H.A, King preferred to just have his hood on.

The birds were tweeting, the sun shone upon the leaves of the plants, revealing dew drops, the commute was full of people heading to work, as this was just an ordinary Monday morning, with nothing out of place that was noticeable.

But of course, nothing out of place that was noticeable. Obviously something went wrong.

BOOM

An explosion rung out in the middle of the city, it's source unknown. As chaos ensured throughout the city, only one man was calm amidst it all. "Really, another monster again?" Akira sighed, as he walked down the street, trying to find the source of the explosion.

First off, Akira was doing some light shopping, for some groceries. He was running low on milk, eggs, and... what else? He couldn't remember. But that was when the first explosion rung out. An explosion strong enough to cause a mushroom cloud, a shock-wave that shattered the glass of nearby apartment and buildings, and maybe hundreds of deaths. The center?

Vaccine Man, Mother Earth's Apostle.

Due to the shock-wave, anyone close to the epicenter should have died already. But surprisingly, there was someone else still standing. His jacket was torn to shreds, leaving his well tones muscles gleaming out in the open. Akira's exercises may not have shown much on the muscles, but they were still quite large, and quite bulging actually, compared to Saitama's more refined structure. (Frame of reference: Toriko)

But even then, King stood there, his glare capable of turning even the bravest of Russian Soldiers down to a mouse. When King had finally noticed the purple being standing in the crater, it jumped up, causing another minor shock-wave, hovering in the air, before glowing orbs began to emerge from his body, before the monster did a throwing motion, while the glowing orbs acted as if they were thrown, and exploded upon impact with the buildings.

At the scene of the carnage, despite the clear threat of death, some news reporters are still there to do their jobs, completely clueless about their situation. "As you can see behind me, there are explosions ringing out! We have received word that Lighting Max and Smile man are-" The disaster news broadcaster said, before being cut off from a rather rude explosion that interrupted their reporting, although that was the least of their worries, as they no longer have any worries.

Despite that, the news report did serve as help, because as he was cut off, another person, throwing off the remains of his tattered jacket, heading towards the explosion, with another man in an apartment, watching the scene play out, the both of them had announced, to no one in particular, one in a serious tone, while the other nonchalant,

Guess I'll go.

As the explosions stopped, a survivor, a little girl, was crying. "Mama! Papa!" She continued bawling, not noticing the cause of the carnage in the first place, walking towards her. Despite the cruelty displayed by the being, it had it's own reason.

10 minutes ago, in a volcano...

"GUHAKKK!" The being choked, as it had just been born. In it's head, it heard a pained, dying voice of an old woman. "Child..." not long ago, it's memories were that of an underpaid, factory worker. His last memory was falling into the incinerator, before it appeared here.

"Child..." the voice sounded out once more, only heard by this creature. "W-Who is this!?" The being replied, not sure what to make of this. The voice said quickly, " I am mother Earth. The humans had suffused me, their mother, with toxic substances. I, who had birthed them, and have raised them for millions of years, and this, is how they repay me, through poisoning me. Not only that, they are despicable towards even their own kind, no?"

And with the last part of that sentence, his old memories had resurfaced. At the age of 1, given into an orphanage, as the child was just an accident, made by his parents. At the age of 4, he was bullied by the other kids in the orphanage, but no matter what, the caretakers wouldn't do their jobs- caring at all. Age of 13, punished for something he didn't do, smacked by the belt of the principal, because of a broken window, which he didn't even touch. Age of 18, thrown from the orphanage, into this unfair world.

And for 30 years he worked at the same factory, never getting a raise, and all the work of his superiors were given to him, so he never got any rest. As these memories resurfaced, the being was suffused with anger, of both a victim of this world's unfairness, and a mother, who was poisoned by her own children.

"Now go... cleanse me of these parasites. Bring freedom to my other children, and allow me to..." The voice stopped, before painfully, and hoarsely, said one last word. "breathe..." Now, the being had no idea what to do. But he knew one thing for certain.

He is filled with rage. And so he gave himself a title, "Apostle of Mother Earth" an adding together a term from modern medicine, his full title was, "Vaccine man, the apostle of mother Earth".

Anger surged through him, as knowing what to do, he flew to the nearest city, and rained havoc, to cleanse this world of filth. And he had finished one city, so he landed, to see his work. Suddenly, he heard the cries of a child. "Mama! Papa!" His old human heartstrings were plucked by this sound of wailing, before he steeled himeslf, and told to himself, "None of the cockroaches must be allowed to survive, not even a young child."

So it walked towards the child, a solemn face, it willed it's hand to grow in size, to envelop the child, and it planned to do it painlessly to it. Crushing it quickly. What it didn't expect was-

As it closed it's hand, expecting to see a puddle of blood and flesh when he opened it's hand, it felt nothing. And two life signs had just appeared. One was just in front of it, it had rescued the child, so fast the being couldn't register it, just noticing it only when the first person stopped moving, to set down the child. And from it's backside, it felt killing intent, so great that every fiber in his being wanted nothing more than to run, as far away as possible from the source.

Despite that, it stayed, not believing it couldn't handle two humans. Little did he know...

How much he screwed up that day.

Okay, I think I'm liking where this is actually going so far! He's good!... I mean I'm a genius! I'm the author of this story here!

I don't care anymore. As long as they like it, it's fine.

*sigh*... thank god...

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(Not gonna work here, my friend, not gonna work.)

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